Chapter 97 Farewell to Wyatt Perry_1

The little girl's chubby face was as tender as a freshly steamed bun, with her plump little mouth pouting highly, and her large, dark eyes shimmering with moisture, blinking away. Wyatt Perry was utterly charmed by his daughter, beyond words.

"Both the gift and daddy belong to Esmee." He fondly stroked his daughter's head, "Let's go, watch the fireworks."

"Okay." Esmee hurriedly nodded her head, her face brimming with joy.

Not wanting to be forgotten, Katie Poole spoke up timidly, "Wyatt, I want to go too..."

"If you're not feeling well, just lie down, I'll just accompany the little one."

Wyatt Perry said and walked outside.

Esmee, with her mischievous spirit, stuck out her tongue at Katie Poole.

Katie Poole sat up abruptly, her teeth clenched in a fierce glare at Esmee.

That darn girl, always stealing Wyatt away from her, so irritating!

Shortly after, the sky was lit up by fireworks, blooming one after another, stretching all the way to the horizon.